Metallism
Do you know how it feels to be touched by God? I do. I swear. I felt him yesterday.
Call me crazy but I will stick to my claim. I have felt god, and have done so numerous times before. It was only yesterday that I realized it was Him.
When I think back, I can say that I have felt his presence for almost everyday for the last three of four years. Confused? You should be. It's because despite being told that He is all around you, you have never noticed him. I know why. There is a medium, a state of mind that you need to be in before you can interact. And that medium is metal. As in, metal music. I assure you of my sanity.
It will be really hard; wait let me rephrase that; it will be impossible for an outsider to comprehend the spirituality that is intertwined with heavy metal. After all, this music is vulgar, boorish, aggressive and vehement. Songs have no structure, rhythm has no meaning, lyrics make no sense. And the fans? Heathens. They go to concerts, they engage in battles, they swirl their heads, they scream, they shout.
And yet, we know what divinity feels like, and you don't. Whenever I am listening to metal, I get separated from the physical world, succumbing to isolation. I feel energy pulsating through every artery, every vein, every capillary. My emotions start going wild. I feel anger and I feel peace. I feel love and I feel hate. I see black and I see white. All my feelings scream out, they tear out of me, forming a bizarre cacophony, to which I start swinging my head from side to side, attempting to drown it out. It is painful and sweet to hear at the same time. And at one point it stops. Everything stops. I fell overpowered, overwhelmed by a force I cannot see. And I am flying. I fall back to the physical world. I had felt God.
I do not expect you to understand, even if you turn on some metal right now and attempt to feel what I feel. The world of metal is dark and unwelcoming. It will penetrate you but ever so slowly. It will levitate you, but ever so slightly. And you will lose your faith in it.
You will criticize it and condemn its advocators. You will regard it as blasphemy and you will antagonize it. And I do not blame you. Humanity has been down that path before. They were skeptical when Jesus started preaching. They were skeptical after he was ostracized. They were skeptical right until he was crucified. But their skepticism disappeared didn't it? Jesus proved himself.
I am not certain if metal can ever be proven. And I am not certain if what I experience is divinity at all. But regardless of the doubts, I love the feeling. I love the feeling of isolation when I listen to metal at home. I love the feeling of unity when I listen to metal in a concert, standing arm in arm with a fellow human being I have never met. It's the feeling that makes Metal a religion; and I am a devout follower.
i really want to send this, but i dont know if it'll be ok to do so.
Do you know how it feels to be touched by God? I do. I swear. I felt him yesterday.
Call me crazy but I will stick to my claim. I have felt god, and have done so numerous times before. It was only yesterday that I realized it was Him.
When I think back, I can say that I have felt his presence for almost everyday for the last three of four years. Confused? You should be. It's because despite being told that He is all around you, you have never noticed him. I know why. There is a medium, a state of mind that you need to be in before you can interact. And that medium is metal. As in, metal music. I assure you of my sanity.
It will be really hard; wait let me rephrase that; it will be impossible for an outsider to comprehend the spirituality that is intertwined with heavy metal. After all, this music is vulgar, boorish, aggressive and vehement. Songs have no structure, rhythm has no meaning, lyrics make no sense. And the fans? Heathens. They go to concerts, they engage in battles, they swirl their heads, they scream, they shout.
And yet, we know what divinity feels like, and you don't. Whenever I am listening to metal, I get separated from the physical world, succumbing to isolation. I feel energy pulsating through every artery, every vein, every capillary. My emotions start going wild. I feel anger and I feel peace. I feel love and I feel hate. I see black and I see white. All my feelings scream out, they tear out of me, forming a bizarre cacophony, to which I start swinging my head from side to side, attempting to drown it out. It is painful and sweet to hear at the same time. And at one point it stops. Everything stops. I fell overpowered, overwhelmed by a force I cannot see. And I am flying. I fall back to the physical world. I had felt God.
I do not expect you to understand, even if you turn on some metal right now and attempt to feel what I feel. The world of metal is dark and unwelcoming. It will penetrate you but ever so slowly. It will levitate you, but ever so slightly. And you will lose your faith in it.
You will criticize it and condemn its advocators. You will regard it as blasphemy and you will antagonize it. And I do not blame you. Humanity has been down that path before. They were skeptical when Jesus started preaching. They were skeptical after he was ostracized. They were skeptical right until he was crucified. But their skepticism disappeared didn't it? Jesus proved himself.
I am not certain if metal can ever be proven. And I am not certain if what I experience is divinity at all. But regardless of the doubts, I love the feeling. I love the feeling of isolation when I listen to metal at home. I love the feeling of unity when I listen to metal in a concert, standing arm in arm with a fellow human being I have never met. It's the feeling that makes Metal a religion; and I am a devout follower.
i really want to send this, but i dont know if it'll be ok to do so.